Templo de Debod.

It was dusk The night set in. A man sat nursing his dog Under clouds beneath which Egyptian tombstones stood alight. The beacon of their statue was shining through the dark And illuminated the earth as though It was the sky And great monuments forgotten stars. The mountains casts embers In the burning sky. Three... Continue Reading →

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So I nestled my head below Low into the sheets That were clean and neat in their cotton And listened to the beat of a poorly blown whistle And a load of tourists who thought 11 am was late. Jorge lay awake. I had spoken but coughing had taken over and Perhaps he sensed I... Continue Reading →

What precious time we have to chill. Stay still. Don't fill your head with the nonsense That drives a constant circle in your mind. You get behind on life Because your stuck in the line Of people waiting for a better future. You don't know her You know you. There is nothing you can do... Continue Reading →

hand of god.

The electricity of life Hums through the chasm where the hand of God stretches for Adam. In the space of their parting; A privilege departing The reconciliation of human and creator happens.

gladiator.

I see them; Ants in the belly of the colosseum Weaving their way in delirium to triumph Feeling the pulse of 70,000 electric heartbeats And the feet that stamp in anticipation. The heat that takes the day The many Romans that await the champion Gladiator to gladiator Iron on iron Chest to chest and fist... Continue Reading →

the Rome in my mind.

The veins of Rome's mysteries flowed from the home in which I had conjured them Tall bold images of the forum and colosseum Blocking the view and my mind. It was about time I rested in the arms of the old The world before the one I had known Where souls still walked amongst the... Continue Reading →

cloud.

I knew the clouds were there Spread like a feather-filled duvet Unmade and strewn across an expanse of confusion and muddle. We took our impurities with us to the sky Designed only for the purest Else we would have been given wings - or an immediate death.

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They thought our love was kindling; Of brittle substance and ready to burn out But then they didn't know the reason why Our love has always stuck around Because we aren't a woodpile burning We're a wildfire engulfed in flames A love so intense and full of sparks Not just sticks all-too-willing to be tamed.... Continue Reading →

#103

Please make me a heart that loves; A heart that craves justice and is humble That learns to tolerate and give more that I receive And never ever grumbles. Make me a child with a willingness to learn; A spirit of which you are proud That brings rainbows to grey skies of sleet And silver... Continue Reading →

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